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"Ugh, the remote's dead and the batteries are in my room." Mike groaned, falling back against the couch.
Will and Mike decided to have a movie night while Lucas and Max were out on a date. They thought it'd be a fun idea to spend their Friday night doing something other than schoolwork.
But Will was a little antsy, sitting on a couch with his best friend that he's embarrassingly in love with--terrified of doing something dumb.
It's not like it was his first time ever sitting on a shared couch with Mike while watching a movie, but it was the first time Mike was snuggled up against him, his arms dangerously wrapped around Will's middle.
His head pressed against Will's ribs so hard that he could definitely hear his heart beat.
That was more than enough to cause Will to jump up from the couch in terror.
"I can get them! Where are they?" Will stood in front of the couch now, facing Mike who was still lying down and slightly shaken from Will's outburst.
"Uh..are you sure? I can get them, it's no big deal." Mike furrowed his eyebrows and spoke softly like he always did when with Will.
It made his chest ache.
"It's fine, I can get them. I'm already up. Are they in a drawer or something?" Will bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Mike looked conflicted but he didn't bring up whatever he had been thinking.
Thank God.
"Uh, if you're sure...They're in the bottom drawer of my desk. It's just a pack of double A batteries. Let me know if you can't find them." Mike coughed awkwardly and sat up on the couch, letting his feet hit the floor.
Will looked away, nodding, before retreating down the hallway to their rooms.
Why was he so anxious? Mike was just cuddling with him. That wasn't weird at all. Friends cuddled.
But the little voice in the back of Will's mind whispered:
But does Mike Wheeler cuddle?
The real answer was no. No, Michael Wheeler does not cuddle. He once kicked Dustin in the rib so hard he had a bruise for two weeks in senior year because he had tried to playfully tickle Mike.
He had felt bad and all but his excuse stayed the same, "You guys know I hate tickling and physical touch"
Dustin had clearly not known.
The memory made Will giggle as he approached Mike's closed bedroom door.
Get the batteries.
Easy! Get the batteries and don't snoop! Easy, easy, easy. Don't look at anything in the drawers and wonder, "what does this mean?".
Will had done enough of that when he had lived with the Wheelers during highschool.
Mike always had something weird in his drawers like an envelope with a heart drawn on it or a binder he refused to let anyone see.
Will knew it was wrong to go through them so he never did.
But the curiosity had always killed him.
So he knew that if he had found anything similar now, he would go through it.
Even though he knew it was wrong.
So he thought it was best to just ignore whatever he saw.
Get the batteries.
That's. It.
Will opened Mike's bedroom door slowly, as if a demogorgan was going to jump out at him the moment he turned on the light.
He took a step inside, flicking on the light switch.
Mike's room was slightly messy, clothes scattered across the floor and papers all over his desk.
His room was warmly lit from his fan light and the sunset out the window.
It smelled faintly of mint, firewood and laundry detergent.
It all felt so much like Mike.
Will was standing in the only place in the world that was just entirely Michael Wheeler.
He was smelling, feeling and seeing Mike Wheeler all at once without actually being near him.
It was surreal.
Will shook his head, trying to remember what the hell he was doing in his room in the first place.
Right, the batteries.
He made his way across the room, stopping in front of Mike's wooden desk.
It was up against his window, the orange glow of the setting sun reflecting off of a glass jar full of pens on top of the desk's surface.
Will crouched down to open the bottom drawer, struggling for a second until it opened.
Once it budged, Will almost laughed.
The drawer had a billion things in it.
Birthday cards, coins, pens, thumbtacks and a box.
Wait... a box?
Will moved some of the papers out of the way, revealing a small rectangular box at the bottom of the deep drawer.
The box was probably a foot long and half a foot wide.
It was a light yellow and on the top of it, Will's name was written.
His heart stopped.
This is exactly the bullshit he had told himself not to snoop through.
But...
It had his name on it!? How could he not open it?
It wasn't that bad to look through it. Was it?
Just for a minute.
But he didn't have a minute.
"Did you find them?" Mike yelled from the other side of the apartment, his voice entirely too calm for the emotional breakdown Will was harnessing inside of himself.
Holy shit.
"Uh- Yeah, one sec." Will's voice was an octave higher and slightly unsteady.
He really hoped Mike wouldn't notice.
But let's be real.
It's Mike. So of course he did.
"Are you okay?" Mike took a small pause between each of his words.
Will gulped.
"What?! Yeah! No, yeah. Everything is fine. I'll be there in a moment."
Will ignored the reasonable part of his brain telling him to leave the box there, that it was private, that it was Mike's--and took it.
He placed it under his arm and attempted to not feel the pang of guilt that hit him square in the chest.
He was evil.
He was a bad person. And a bad friend.
But he had to know why his best friend that he was hopelessly in love with had a box with his name on it.
Maybe it was a gift? Or pictures of them as kids? Or things Will had gotten for him or drawn for him?
He didn't know.
So that's why he just had to.
He took the box and placed it under his left arm before opening the other bottom drawer on the right side of the desk, immediately finding the batteries.
Will scurried out of Mike's room, quickly turning off the light before he stopped by his room to drop the box off on his bed then retreated back to the living room.
The guilt hadn't settled.
And it only worsened when Mike's big brown eyes looked up at Will's, full of an emotion that Will had never been able to place.
”Find them?” Mike’s eyes shimmered.
Or maybe Will was seeing things.
"Yeah. Here." Will handed over the batteries to Mike with shaky hands.
He sat back down on the couch, their knees immediately touching.
"Are you sure you're okay? Your hands are shaking."
Will looked over to his left at Mike, assuming it'd be safe to and that Mike's gaze would be on his shaking hands.
But he was wrong.
Soooo wrong.
Mike's head was up and his gaze was very weirdly focused on Will's...lips?
He looked devastatingly gorgeous with the way the tv light was shining on the ridge of his nose and cheekbones.
Will could see every freckle on the right side of his face that was illuminated by the static on the television screen.
He wanted to run his thumb across his cheek, kiss every single freckle.
Wanted to kiss him until he couldn't breathe.
He would happily die of suffocation if it meant he could inhale Mike for the rest of his life.
Have his scent as his dying breath.
It sounded like a dream.
A fantasy.
Will felt like he could cry from just looking at him.
"Will," Mike began to talk again, placing his hand on top of Will's.
He rubbed his thumb across the inside of his palm.
It slightly tickled but Will ignored the sensation, too busy as he was focused on Mike's furrowed eyebrows and worried expression.
Right. He asked a question. A longggg time ago. Shit.
"Right, sorry uh. I got sidetracked. I'm fine." Will gently smiled and hoped it was convincing enough.
"Promise?" Mike swiped his thumb over Will's palm again and he had never been so grateful that it was night and he was covered by shadows.
He could feel his face burning an embarrassing shade of hot pink.
"Promise. Come on, let's watch the movie."
Mike didn't look like he bought it but he let it go, turning back to the remote to insert the batteries.
Will tried not to whimper at the lack of touch when Mike's fingers slipped away from his.
Once Mike added the batteries to the remote and started the movie from their DVD player, Will started to relax a little.
That was until Mike brought his right arm to Will's waist, pulling him closer to him.
Will froze as he was pliantly pulled closer to his best friend's side.
Okay. This was fine. This was normal. He was always a little more physical with Will than other people. Or..maybe a lot?
Will swallowed, ignoring his inner dialogue.
Mike was obviously straight.
He had never looked at guys in a sexual way.
Or looked at other guys at all.
But when Will really thought about it, he didn't look at girls at all either.
Huh.
Mike pulled Will flush against his body, Will's head taking up space on Mike's chest.
Will stopped breathing, terrified that his entire body would start trembling out of fear.
Fear of what he could feel he was about to ruin.
He needed to relax or Mike would notice something was up.
Notice that Will was a bad person. A bad best friend. A nosy, freak--that couldn't hold himself back from other's personal items.
He would notice that Will was a gay. A queer. A fag.
Will took a shaky breath, nuzzling his head against Mike's body as if it were a safe place from his thoughts.
It worked momentarily; Will focusing on Mike's breathing and the smell of his shampoo and body wash.
He could feel Mike's heart against his chest and he couldn't help but wonder how it would sound if Mike wasn't wearing anything.
Would he be able to hear it a lot clearer?
Well, obviously, he would. But would it be so clear that Will felt like they were one? That they were whole?
He hadn't felt like that since they were kids.
Since Mike would sometimes wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares during sleepovers after Will had been hospitalized in eighth grade.
He would be panting and crying and the only thing that would soothe him was Will placing Mike's hand over his heart.
This happened often--almost everytime they had a sleepover.
Will never minded it.
It was the closest Will would ever get to Mike knowing how he felt.
Trusting him enough to let him feel the way Will's heartrate picked up around him.
Mike probably didn't know what it meant.
He was sobbing and hyperventilating, why would he?
But the soft pace of Will's heart always seemed to calm him down.
However, the summer before high school, they drifted apart.
It was a terrible time for Will.
He also knew it was a terrible time for Mike as well.
Occasionally, he'd hear about how Mike screamed out in the middle of the night.
Nancy had been telling Jonathan about it and Will overheard.
Nancy would run to his room, terrified that something had happened to him.
But he'd always be found the same--uncontrollably sobbing and shaking.
It made Will's heart hurt.
He wanted to hold Mike and comfort him and tell him it'd be okay.
He wanted to lay kisses all over his face, hug him tight.
He wanted Mike to lay his hand over his heart like he used to.
As selfish as it was, it was all Will hoped and wished for.
And his wish came true during the time he stayed with Mike after California.
It only happened twice over the 18 month time period.
It had gotten better since they were kids.
But it happened. Twice.
The first time was at 2 in the morning, Will was still awake.
The basement was freezing and Will was too scared to fall asleep.
He was alone because Jonathan had snuck upstairs to sleep in Nancy's room.
There were only a few nights where he didn't.
That was not one of those nights.
So Will was freezing and lonesome, no one around to tell him that it was in his head.
He was scared that the mindflayer would get him, that Vecna would possess him.
He likes it cold. His brain would unhelpfully tell him as it replayed the memories of him being shackled to a hospital bed again and again until he was burnt out.
So he couldn't sleep.
Which is why he had been awake when Mike tumbled down the steps, tears running down his face.
Mike frantically looked around, as if he were looking for something.
"Mike?" Will asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining it.
Will. He was looking for Will.
He realized this the moment Mike's eyes met his.
Mike sobbed, practically running over to Will's mattress on the floor.
"Oh god, Will." Mike fell onto his knees beside Will's body, enveloping him in a tight hug.
One hand was on the back of Will's neck and the other one was tightly pressed against the space in between his shoulder blades.
Mike's tears fell onto Will's skin as he held onto him for dear life, his nose against the skin between Will's shoulder and neck.
Will brought his hands up to Mike's back, rubbing circles with the palm of his right hand along the younger boy's skin.
"Oh, Mike. What happened?" Will tried to calm him down but he wouldn't stop crying.
He was inconsolable.
"I- I thought you died. I- God, it was terrible. I had a nightmare and- and you were gone. I was so scared. God, Will, I was so scared." Mike barely choked out the words, his entire body seizing with fear and sadness.
Will removed one of his hands from Mike's back before he placed it on the back of his head, gently petting his hair.
Mike hiccupped, tears still falling from his eyes.
"I'm here. I'm here, Mike. I'm alive and I'm right here with you. I won't ever leave you, I promise."
Mike didn't respond as another sob racked through him.
Will knew there was only one thing that was going to calm him down.
He couldn't tell if it was crossing the invisible boundary line that him and Mike had drawn but he didn't care.
He took Mike's head and brought it to his heart, pressing the side of Mike's head onto his chest so his ear was directly over his heart.
"See? I'm right here. My heart's beating, Mike."
Mike brought one hand over to Will's waist and let the other hand fall beside his head on the upper part of Will's chest.
Will could feel his heartrate quicken.
"Yeah, yeah. I- I can hear it." Mike whispered softly, exhaling shakily.
Will let out a breath of his own that he didn't even know he had been holding in too.
The next time it happened was obviously during the middle of the night again.
Except this time, Mike hadn't gone to find Will.
Nancy did.
Unfortunately, Will had been asleep that time, having to be jolted awake by his best friend's sister and brother's girlfriend.
"Will, hi. I'm really, really, sorry to wake you but I need your help." Nancy gently shook Will's bicep, effectively waking him from his sleep.
Will was somewhat of a light sleeper so it hadn't taken much for him to wake up.
"Huh? What? It's okay but um...what's going on? Is it Vecna?" Will immediately shot up on the mattress, rubbing his eyes profusely.
"No, no. Sorry, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- Mike. He had a nightmare and he's hyperventilating and- And I don't know what to do. I would have been able to handle it alone except he wouldn't let me. He just kept shaking his head and crying your name. I asked if he wanted me to come get you and he just cried harder, barely nodding. I know this is a lot and I'm really sorry but I'm guessing this has maybe happened before..? I don't know. This happened once or twice a few years ago but it was never this bad."
Will felt a surge of empathy for his best friend.
"No, no, yeah. It's- happened a few times, for sure. But yeah, of course I'll help. You don't have to be sorry. I know how persistent he is." Will smiled a little and Nancy returned it.
"Yeah, yeah, I do." Nancy let out a breathy laugh before she stood up from her crouching position, waiting for Will to follow suit.
They both walked up the basement stairs to the second floor of the house, quickening their pace as they reached the top of the steps.
Nancy stopped in front of Mike's door, looking behind her to make sure Will was still there.
"Okay." Nancy sighed to herself, opening the door slowly.
"Mike? Mike, calm down. It's okay, I brought Will."
Nancy walked into Mike's room and moved away from the doorway so Will could follow her in.
He took a step inside and looked over to Mike who was tangled in his blankets and crying.
The light coming from his lamp beside his bed outlined the tear streaks all over his face.
Mike looked at Will for only a second before he burst into tears once again, his chest heaving.
Will rushed over to his bed, sitting beside Mike on the bed before bringing him into his arms.
Mike quickly wrapped his arms tight around Will's waist, his fingers digging into his shirt.
"Shhh. Mike, Mike, it's okay. I'm here now. You're okay." Will whispered against the top of Mike's head, which was now against his chest.
Right over his heart.
Will felt embarrassed as he remembered Nancy was in the room.
He brought his gaze to Nancy, awkwardly pressing his lips into a close mouthed smile.
"You okay?" Nancy mouthed, bringing her hand into a thumbs up.
Will nodded, carefully avoiding hitting his chin against Mike's skull.
"Thank you" Nancy mouthed again before leaving and shutting the door softly behind her.
Will slept in Mike's bed that night, holding him until they awkwardly separated themselves from each other when they woke up.
Breakfast was uncomfortable that morning.
Will brought himself back to the present, tucking the memories back into his brain's special spot for Mike.
It had been at least ten minutes since Will had zoned out, head still against Mike's chest.
The movie was playing and Mike's eyes were focused on the screen.
Or at least that's what Will assumed, since he couldn't see Mike's face above the top of his head.
Where else would he be looking?
Will shifted a little until he heard it.
Bump-Bump. Bump-Bump. Bump-Bump.
It really was soothing.
Will understood why it calmed Mike down the most.
It probably also had something to do with Mike's nightmares including Will dying but whatever.
Either way, it was really comforting.
Will brought his eyes to the tv and tried to pay attention as the movie progressed.
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Sometime during the movie, Will fell asleep. He only knew he had fallen asleep at all when he woke up against Mike's chest with the credits rolling on their apartment's television screen.
Mike's body was warm and smelled faintly of sleep and tea.
Will tried not to be creepy and inhale the scent.
"You missed the movie." Will could hear the grin in Mike's voice, pulling at the corners of his mouth in a charming way.
He looked up to confirm his suspicions, chin against Mike's sternum.
"Yeah, well. You didn't wake me!"
Will poked at his chest, eliciting a laugh from Mike and a poke on his arm back.
"Yeah because you looked so peaceful and I would be evil to wake you up. You looked like a cute lil bunny."
Will's face burned at the almost indirect compliment and shook his head as if it were going to get rid of the sick shade of red it was turning.
"Shut up" Will laughed, avoiding eye contact.
"Whatever you say." Mike scoffed playfully and Will looked up at him again, finally removing his head from Mike's chest.
Their bodies pulled apart and Will cleared his throat.
"I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight, Mike." Will smiled at Mike, whose face was even cuter than before he fell asleep if possible.
"Night, Will." Mike smiled back and his ears moved with the expression, watching Will walk to his bedroom before he got up and went to his own.
Once Will made it into his room, he fell against his door and shut it with his back.
Tonight was...
Yeah.
Will honestly wasn't tired in the slightest and when he brought his eyes to his bed to see the box, he was the least tired he'd ever been in his entire life.
Time to ruin their friendship!
Will sat down on his bed and crossed his legs, taking a deep breath before he removed the lid of the box.
He shouldn't be doing this.
He really shouldn't.
He knew better. He knew it was wrong.
Mike would lose his shit if he found out.
It was a terrible idea.
But that had never really stopped Will.
So he opened the box slowly, setting the turned over top on his blanket.
Inside of the pastel yellow box, there were tons of folded pieces of papers.
That's it?
Will was expecting something weirder or crazier not...paper.
It wasn't disappointing but it was just confusing.
What did they say?
Well, idiot, you have to read them to find out. His subconscious replied.
Will took another deep breath before opening one of the pieces of paper.
Here goes nothing.
The paper was lined, from a notebook. It also had hand written words on it, not something from Mike's typewriter.
Interesting.
Will began to read the paper.
Ashy brown hair
Hazel green eyes
Tan freckled skin
My little white lies
I told you I loved her
But couldn’t say it to her face
I hate when I lie
To you it's a disgrace
I want your hands in mine
The soft, silky feel
I'm broken inside
You’re the only thing that can heal
I’m sorry I’m angry
And I’m sorry I’m mean
I will never be able
To show you how much you mean to me
You're my sun
I rotate around
Whenever I’m lost,
You make me feel found
I feel like I’m dirt
I’m gritty like the sand
But you come and hold me
Make me feel like gold in your hands
What. The. Fuck.
Will hurried and lifted up the box's lid again, rereading his name on the top again and again until his retinas burned with the outlines of the familiar letters.
There's no way that was to him.
But- Who else? It had his name on the box and the description at the beginning was about him.
No way.
Was this box full of poems for Will!???
Will picked up another folded paper and read that one too, still in disbelief.
I’m scared of my feelings
They take up my soul
They’re vibrant and heavy
They’re hot and they’re cool
They all belong to you
My heart, my body, my life
I’ve given it to you
But it will never suffice
You deserve the world,
To feel the earth in your palms
You are soft and you’re gentle
I want to get rid of your dread and your qualms
I’d give up anything
Just to feel your touch
I'd give you my life
You deserve that much
I know I’m not worth lots
But I hope you know
I’d give you my eyes, I’d sell you my soul
I won’t get into heaven, feeling like this
But I’d happily burn in hell, to feel your soft kiss
They could tell me you’re the devil
That you’re conniving and wrong
But I know much better
That you’re an angel, and your words are a song
I don’t care if you’re a siren
And you’re luring me in
Because the idea of having you
Is enough to make me sin
By the time Will was finished reading, tears were streaming down his face.
Mike wanted to kiss Will.
Mike wanted Will in general.
Mike loved Will.
In a romantic way.
It felt like a big, fucked up prank.
The tears wouldn't stop falling.
Did Mike really think Will deserved everything?
Did Mike really mean that he'd give everything he owned to Will? Even his life?
Was any of this serious?
Will was so entangled in his thoughts and the note in his hand that he hadn't even noticed the sound of the door opening.
"Hey sorry I-" Mike's words died in his throat and Will's head snapped up to make eye contact with him.
Shit.
"Oh my god." Mike whispered, "Why do you have those!?", his eyes widening as he stood idly in the doorway.
Will didn't know what to say, a lump formed in his throat so that he couldn't talk.
"I- I-" Will sputtered and tripped over his syllables, giving up on speaking entirely for a moment.
Will's eyes were also extremely wide, burning from the tears and the lack of blinking.
"I- Shit, Mike. I-I'm so, so, so, sorry. I don't even know why I took it, I'm sorry. It had my name on it and-" Will was at a loss for words, never bringing his eyes away from his best friend's frozen body.
"Holy shit! " Mike's voice broke, "Oh god, Will. I-I'm so sorry."
Before Will could question why he was sorry or why he was writing doomed love poems for Will without ever telling him his feelings--Mike burst into tears.
He placed his hand over his mouth, body shaking as he shook his head.
Will put the poems back into the box with urgency, putting the lid back on and setting it on his nightstand.
"No, no, no. Mike, what's wrong?" Will sniffled as he stood up from his bed, walking over to Mike.
He stepped closer, only a few feet away from Mike before he put his hand out to stop him, continuously shaking his head.
"Mike, please." Will could feel the overwhelming burning sensation of tears on his face, threatening to drip onto his shirt and the floor.
Will placed a hand on Mike's outstretched arm softly, fingers slightly grabbing onto his forearm to steady him.
"Will, I'm really- really, sorry." Mike sobbed, eyes closed, still shaking his head.
"Mike,"
"No, No. Will, really. I'm so sorry. I-" Mike hiccupped, "I didn't mean for you to find those. Not that that makes it any better but, I- I'm sorry I freaked you out." Mike finally stopped the movement of his head, looking at Will guiltily.
"Freaked me out? Mike..." Will took both of Mike's hands in his, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles again and again.
His breathing slightly calmed.
"You didn't freak me out at all. I- I think that this is the sweetest and- God, I can't even find words for it. No one has ever done anything for me like this before. I- I adore you, Mike. You didn't freak me out. The poems," Will could feel another tear threatened to escape his lash line as he choked out a sob, "I only got to read two but they were so- Is that really how you feel?"
Mike's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
"Wha-What?" Mike's voice broke as he spoke, throat audibly raw and burning.
"You-You're not disgusted? At me? For writing stuff like that? About a guy? About you?"
"Mike, I'm gay. And I'm not disgusted by you, at all. I love you." The confession easily slipped from his lips and it felt freeing.
Mike's face turned pink and he frowned, "As a- As a friend? Right?" his voice cracked on the last word and Will's heart broke a little.
"No-Mike, what!? No! Not as a friend! I'm in love with you! I love you! Romantically." Will squeezed Mike's hands in his, chasing the warmth.
"You do?" Mike's voice was barely above a whisper, as if talking too loud was going to make everything disappear like a dream.
"I really, really do. I always have."
"You promise?"
"I promise." Will nodded before stumbling into a hug with Mike.
He squeezed his upper body tightly as he inhaled the smell of his best friend. His Mike.
"I love you too. I love you so much it's crazy. I am so, so crazy about you, William Byers." Mike whispered against Will's ear, letting out a few more sobs.
"I'm crazier about you, Michael Wheeler." Will giggled, squeezing Mike impossibly tighter.
The moment they broke apart from their hug, their eyes met.
Mike's eyes were a deep and dark brown, like the coffee he drank in the morning.
The white of his eyes were slightly bloodshot from all the crying and his cheeks were slightly redder, matching his lips.
His hair was messed up, sticking out in different directions in an almost silly way.
But to Will, it was just cute.
Will looked at Mike for only a second more before Mike leaned in and kissed him, his lips gentle and soft.
It took Will by surprise, taking him a moment to reciprocate.
He kissed Mike back with the same genuine and kind love.
It felt like spring.
Mike took Will into his arms, wrapping both hands around his waist and pulling him flush against his chest.
The kiss deepened naturally, their tongues finding one another's and Will sighed, finally feeling content.
Will clung onto Mike's body and his right hand found itself in Mike's hair, slightly tugging.
Mike let out a soft gasp and Will winced.
"Sorry,"
"No, no. Do it again. Please." Mike's voice had a strung out highness that Will had never heard before and he loved it.
"I- Okay." Will decided not to ask questions and obeyed, pulling a little harder on a few strands of Mike's hair.
He groaned in return and clenched his eyes shut, pulling Will back into another heated kiss.
It was everything all at once. Too much. Not enough.
It was frigid. It was scalding.
It was sweet. It was sexy.
It was him and Mike.
Will was really, actually, literally making out with his best friend.
Finally.
Will stumbled as Mike began to move.
He walked across the room to Will's bed, letting him fall against it as he stood over him.
Will didn't have much time to look at Mike, who was standing above him with a smile on his face, before they were kissing again.
Mike crawled over Will's body, his knee finding itself in between the older boy's legs.
The kiss deepened again, their tongues sliding into each other's mouths in an almost gross way.
But Will didn't care that he could feel spit dripping down his chin.
All he could think about was how Mike tasted.
He tasted like the tea he had earlier in the afternoon, sweet and warm.
He tasted faintly of strawberries that they had eaten before watching the movie, a little bitter.
But overall, he just tasted like Mike.
It was exactly what Will had always expected but a million times better.
Because this time it wasn't just a wet dream or a perverted fantasy--it was real.
Mike, his best friend, was truly in between his legs and kissing him like he was hungry for nothing other than Will.
Mike bit at Will's bottom lip and Will whimpered, his dick twitching in his boxers.
He was only half hard when they first started kissing but now he was fully hard.
His dick was straining against the confinements of his jeans and boxers, the zipper threatening to pop if Mike did one more thing.
And of course, the universe hated him (or loved him), so just as he thought that, Mike rut his hips up into Will's.
His mouth dropped open in pleasure and Mike moaned a high pitched noise, sounding like it bordered being a reaction to pain.
He could feel how hard Mike was, his length throbbing against his own.
"Fuck, Will. You feel so good." Mike whined as he continued the grinding motion against Will's crotch.
Will let out an embarrassing sound and immediately clamped his hand over his mouth, eyes slightly widening.
Only Mike could make him sound like that.
"No, no. I wanna hear you." Mike pulled his hand away from his face, letting it drop to his chest. Will rearranged it though and put it back on Mike's shoulder like his left hand.
"Okay." Will barely whispered.
Mike shifted slightly and grinded down again, adding more pressure than before and hitting a particular sensitive spot for Will.
He cried out, back slightly arching off the mattress.
Will's fingernails dug into Mike's back through his thin t-shirt, probably drawing blood.
"God, Mike. I- mmh- I've wanted this forever." Will felt like he could cry from the stimulation he was receiving in the place he wanted it most.
From the person he wanted the most.
"Oh yeah? That feel good?" Mike thrusted again, fingers gripping onto Will's waist as his words came out in a breathy exhale.
Will let out a sob, tears burning at the corners of his eyes when he closed them tightly, nodding fervently.
"Use your words for me, baby." Mike continued the movement, making Will's mind go entirely blank. His voice was rougher than usual, like he had been running for hours and had been deprived of water for days.
"Yes, yes, it feels- agh! It feels so good." Will felt a tear drip down his face when Mike's lips made contact with his neck, licking and nipping at the skin below his ear.
He hadn't known he was particular sensitive there but the moment Mike's teeth and lips touched the spot, his hips jolted upward.
"Wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you, Will?" Mike panted against his ear, never stopping the movement of his hips.
"Yes, yes, please, Mike." Will was a shaking and crying, pathetic mess.
He wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Mike pulled Will's shirt off before he reached for his own, both items of clothing finding their way onto the floor.
"Gotta get you ready first, okay? Don't want to hurt my pretty boy." Mike cooed, letting his right hand drag down Will's bare chest to the button of his jeans.
Will's stomach flipped at the words, pretty boy.
"Please." Will begged, lifting his hips upwards to chase friction, not even aware of what he was begging for. He was just so impatient. He wanted to feel Mike stretch him out now. He didn't want to wait.
"I know baby, I know. I'm gonna take care of you." Mike's words were so soft that Will thought he was going to cry again but this time from fondness.
Will whimpered again as Mike slowly and agonizingly unzipped Will's jeans and pulled them off, discarding them on his bedroom floor beside their shirts.
Mike traced his finger over Will's outline is his boxers, the grey color slightly darkened at a small patch in the front, wet with precum.
"You're so beautiful. Prettiest boy I've ever seen. Prettiest person I've ever seen, actually. You're perfect." Mike complimented Will again and again, placing delicate and innocent kisses to his neckline, contrasting from his hand which was still tracing Will in his boxers in a dirty and not at all innocent manner.
Will snapped his hips upward, chasing non existent relief, but Mike's free hand was pressed against his hipbone, keeping his lower half pinned to the bed.
"Stop- Stop teasing me, Mike, please."
"Okay, okay. Shhh, I got you." Mike lifted his head up from Will's neck and made eye contact with the shaking boy underneath him.
Will was a patient person.
But he had no patience when it came to whatever this was.
Mike clearly knew this and liked to use it to his advantage.
The thought make Will's dick twitch, more precum leaking from the tip.
Mike's face was pink and his hair was tussled, his breathing uneven.
He was looking at Will with a great intensity, like he was watching something amazing happen.
He looked awestruck.
He looked like an excited puppy, a ghost of a smile playing on his barely chapped lips.
Will bit his own at the sight.
It'd be embarrassing if he came untouched from just looking at Mike.
Suddenly, he felt Mike's long, lanky fingers pull at the waistband of his boxers.
Will hummed in anticipation for what was about to come.
"Can I?" Mike asked in a sickeningly sweet tone.
One he reserved for only Will.
Will nodded before using his words like Mike had asked him to.
"Yes, yes."
Mike didn't waste any time after Will gave him permission, immediately pulling down Will's boxers to reveal his achingly hard and leaking dick.
He then threw those on the ground too.
"God" Mike whispered in a pained voice, pushing down on his own dick through his jeans with the heel of his palm.
Will let out an uneasy breath, overwhelmed with arousal.
"Do you have lube?" Mike looked at Will and he shyly nodded, reaching into his bedside table's drawer to grab the small, plastic bottle.
"Thank you. You're so good for me, Will." Mike praised, pressing a kiss onto the tip of Will's nose.
Mike opened the bottle with ease, drenching his long and pale fingers in the lube before moving them downward.
The anticipation was killing Will. He was practically buzzing as he waited for Mike to press his finger to where he needed it.
Then he felt it.
The soft touch of Mike's finger against the rim of his hole.
Will gasped at the sudden wet sensation of Mike's finger pressing against his skin.
"Is this okay?" Mike asked again, consistently checking on Will in the most endearing way.
Will nodded, propping himself up onto his elbows so he could watch as Mike's finger entered him.
Mike pushed his index finger in slowly, gasping when the entire finger went in.
His eyes were entirely focused on the way his finger was sucked in by Will.
Will let out a sound of pure pleasure as Mike began to move his finger in and out.
"More, I need more."
Mike just nodded, seemingly having no thoughts in his brain other than his fingers being inside of Will.
Mike pushed in his middle finger along with his pointer, scissoring them inside of the tight heat.
Will threw his head back, gasping softly.
Mike started to curl his fingers, searching for the little bundle of nerves that was going to turn Will into a spluttering mess.
It only took a few seconds of feeling around for him to find it, pressing hard against it when he did.
"Fuck, yes, right there." Will moaned, back arching obscenely.
Mike groaned at the sight and kept jabbing his fingertips into the same spot.
Will was crying again, the overstimulation feeling so good that it almost hurt.
It got even worse when Mike reached his hand around Will's cock, pumping it up and down in his fist.
"Ah- M' gonna cum. Hmm." Will couldn't help the whines that fell from his mouth from the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving.
He could feel his orgasm building in his stomach, begging to be released.
Then, Mike brought his lips to the shell of Will's ear and whispered, "Cum for baby, come on. Be a good boy for me and let it all out, yeah?"
Will couldn't hold it in anymore, shooting his cum all over his and Mike's stomachs.
Will's eyes were closed and when he opened them again, he wondered if it was possible to cum a second time within three seconds after the first time.
Mike covered the fingers that had been inside of Will, in his cum and then put them in his mouth, sucking on them suggestively.
Not breaking eye contact with Will once.
He whimpered at the sight, his dick tiredly twitching from the overexertion and the sight of his best friend licking his cum off of his fingers.
"Mike, please." Will cried again, hardly aware of what his body was still craving.
"What is it baby? Are you okay?" Mike used his clean hand to brush Will's hair from his eyes, letting his thumb brush over his eyebrow lovingly.
"I need- I need you. I need it." Will cried, feeling a tear drip down his cheek before Mike caught it with his finger.
Mike leaned down to kiss Will's face, whispering, "What do you need, Will?"
Will forgot how to speak.
"I need you inside of me. Please, I need your dick." Will was almost shocked at how easily the filthy words came out of his mouth.
But Mike didn't look surprised--he just nodded.
"Okay. Anything you want." He placed another gentle, lingering kiss on Will's forehead before pulling away.
The sweet gesture made Will's heart flutter.
Mike pulled away from Will for a moment, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off, leaving him in only his boxers.
Will sat back up on his elbows, watching Mike undress himself.
He could see the entire outline of Mike's dick and well...there was really no other way of saying it other than: he's fucking huge.
It had to be at least 9 inches when hard, maybe even more.
Will swallowed hard, feeling like he could cum on the spot from just seeing how hard and wanting Mike was for him.
Mike's face flushed as he reached the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down slowly.
Then, he felt Mike at his entrance, not pushing in but just there.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mike, I'm so sure." Will's voice was distant to himself, entirely focused on Mike and what he was doing, not the words leaving his voicebox.
Mike nodded, kissing Will's lips.
When he pulled away, Will could've sworn he heard him mumble something that sounded a whole lot like, "pretty".
Mike pushed in the head, causing both of them to gasp in tandem.
"Fuck, are you good?" Mike was breathless, gripping onto Will's hips like they were the only thing grounding him, like gravity didn't exist.
Will nodded, "Keep going."
Mike didn't respond, just pushed himself farther in.
He paused again and Will became impatient once again.
"Mike, you can move."
Mike's eyes were wired shut, his body slightly trembling.
"I- mph- I...can't" Mike whispered, shaking his head back and forth.
A spike of anxiety rushed through Will's body.
"What do you mean you can't?"
"If I move I swear I'm gonna cum and pass out."
Will was expecting something completely different. Maybe some crazy shit about how it was stuck or something. Who knows!? He's a virgin, what if that could happen? It's not like he'd know.
But the words that came out of Mike's mouth were not terrifying.
They were hot.
Will could feel his dick becoming fully hard again, hitting his stomach.
"Oh. Okay then. Uh, take your time." Will internally beat himself up at his corny words but Mike didn't seem to notice or care. He was too focused on breathing in and out, probably trying not to cum before he even got to fuck Will.
They sat in silence for only a few seconds before Mike started to push in more of his hardened length.
Will tried to stay quiet, knowing that if he were too loud it'd probably set Mike's erection off.
But he couldn't help the breathy pants that left his lips as Mike's big dick pushed into the tight wall's of his hole.
He was only halfway in when Will let out a whimper at the way Mike's head hit his prostate. Mike gripped his hips tighter.
Once Mike bottomed out they both let out a moan, Will's fingers scratching Mike's shoulder blades and Mike's fingers sprawled across Will's stomach, grabbing at his waist.
"God, you feel so good. You're so tight and hot." Mike brought his lips to Will's nipple and sucked for only a second, grinning at the way Will's breath caught in his throat.
"Can I move?" Mike asked, tracing circles into Will's skin.
"Yes, please." Will sighed, nodding eagerly.
Mike shifted and it somehow brought him deeper and Will whimpered, biting his bottom lip so hard that he could taste metallic blood.
It felt like Mike was rearranging his organs, taking up all the room in his stomach.
Mike started to move in and out, thrusting slowly, getting used to the feel.
Will cried out when Mike hit his prostate again, one of his hands grabbing at Mike's shoulder.
"Right there! Please, don't move."
Mike responded by hitting the spot again and again, abusing the sensation.
Will clenched his eyes shut, knowing he would cum if he saw the blissful and pleasureful expression on Mike's face.
"Holy shit" Mike's voice cracked, catching Will's attention.
His eyes opened once again to follow the place Mike's eyes were focused on.
His gaze was placed on Will's stomach, his face bunched up in arousal.
His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was slightly parted.
Will looked down at his own stomach and his eyes widened.
He could see the outline of Mike's hard dick through his skin.
Mike continued to thrust in and out, the bulge mirroring with his movements.
It was extremely visible when Mike was all the way in but less visible when he was half or less.
Will let out a surprised and turned on gasp, watching with awe.
"Is that-" Will started to ask even though he was entirely aware of the answer awaiting him.
"Fuck, yes. You can see my entire dick in your stomach. See the way it's pushing on your skin, huh? It barely fits, Will." Mike became more aggressive with his motions, his arms digging into Will's thighs to place them on his stomach, Will's legs perched on his shoulders.
Will moaned at his words, his dick leaking precum against said stomach.
The change in position caused Will's hands to fall from Mike's chest, so he put one in the sheets and the other on his thigh, digging into the skin to ground himself.
Will experimentally pushed on the outline, somewhat hard, and screamed out when the pleasure became unbearable.
When he pressed, he could feel his walls clenching around Mike even more, no space for anything else. He could feel his half full bladder being pushed on and his prostate being rubbed violently.
His thighs trembled in Mike's hold, indicating he was about to cum again.
"Mike, I-I'm gonna- Fuck!" Will's words were cut off as his second orgasm of the night ripped through him, leaving him shaking and crying, tears running down his face as he repeated Mike's name over and over.
Mike finished right after, his hot and sticky cum dripping out into Will's insides.
Will couldn't stop trembling. His body seized with overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation.
Mike was panting and whimpering, his fingers holding onto Will so tightly he was sure there'd be bruises in the morning.
Will was spent, unable to form any thought besides MikeMikeMikeMikeMikeMikeMike.
"Are you okay? You did so good, Will. So good." Mike began placing kisses all over Will's face, especially on his freckles and moles.
Will nodded, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
He must have fallen asleep because the last thing he felt was Mike pulling out, both of them gasping at the sensation.
He woke up a few minutes later to Mike washing his body off with a warm, water soaked washcloth, wiping the cum and sweat off his body.
"Thank you." Will muttered, still half asleep.
"You don't have to thank me baby."
Will opened his eyes and took a good look at Mike.
He had a small, tired, but happy, smile on his lips, his hair was messy and his eyes were kind.
He looked just like he always did.
He was still the same Mike.
But Will noticed something he always had.
Mike had this expression on his face, this look.
Like he was in thought, on the verge of crying or laughing.
Will never understood what it meant--the furrowed eyebrows and the downturned smile.
He'd seen the look on Mike's face so many times over all his years of knowing him.
It made him so upset that he could never place what it was.
He gave Will this look the most.
When they'd argue, when they'd hug, when they'd talk in the dark of Mike's basement, when Will would hold him after a nightmare and even earlier that night.
But the moment Will understood, he let out a dry sob, tears starting to drip down his cheeks.
"Love. Oh my god. It's love!" Will cried, shaking his head and frowning.
"What? What's wrong, Will?" Mike threw the towel into the dirty basket where he had also put their clothes that had previously been on the floor, getting back into bed with Will.
He pulled Will into his arms, holding him against his chest.
Will pulled away after a second, only a few inches away from one another.
Close enough that they were still touching but far enough that Will could see the look on Mike's face he was studying.
"It's love. That look on your face. I've been trying to find out what it was for years. I never understood but- I do now. It's love. You're looking at me with- with love." Will's voice was small and hoarse from the crying and the embarrassing noises he had been making.
Mike's eyes softened even more (which Will thought was impossible) before he frowned, tears filling his eyes.
"Yes, it's love. It always has been, Will. I love you so much." Mike placed his hand on Will's cheek, rubbing his thumb over his jaw.
"I love you more." Will choked out, pulling Mike into a tight hug.
"Not possible." Mike whispered against his ear, hands rubbing comforting circles on his back.
They sat in silence for a minute or two, still in a hug when Mike spoke again.
"This is stupid but- do you remember in senior year when I kept playing that same song over and over again on repeat?" Mike pulled away from Will, now a foot apart so they could see each other when talking.
Will did remember.
"Oh my god, yes. How could I forget? 'Just Like Heaven' by the Cure. You played it 24/7, like seriously." Will giggled and Mike let out a laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.
"Well there was a reason. You know when- God, this is embarrassing, but- you know when we were in middle school and high school and I'd get really bad nightmares?"
Will nodded, not really understanding where Mike was going with this and how they correlated.
"Well, the reason why I kept playing that song was because the main drum's tempo in the song reminded me of your heartbeat. And when I'd get nightmares, I'd play the song because I was too scared to go get you like I used to. And I just liked the song in general and when I realized that they sounded so alike the morning after the first nightmare I'd had in a while, I played it every day since."
Will was at a loss for words, again.
He had no idea what to say.
"Wha- Are you serious?"
Mike shyly nodded.
"Oh my god Mike. That is literally the most romantic, depressing, cutest and sweetest thing I've ever heard in my entire life. I- What the hell. I don't even know what to say." Will stuttered as he spoke, still unable to grasp the idea of what Mike said.
"Really?"
"Yes! Obviously!" Will threw himself back into an embrace with Mike, squeezing him a little too tight.
"I can't even believe you're real. First, you write me all these insane love poems and then tell me this!? You're so perfect, Mike." Will let out a surprised laugh against Mike's ear, feeling happy tears sting in his eyes.
"Yeah well I meant every single thing I have ever written about you or said to you. You're my everything, Will. I love you more than anything in the entire world. You deserve everything you've ever wanted." Mike whispered the last sentence and Will cried hard against Mike's bare shoulder, tears dripping down onto him.
It was a transfer of his love and his feelings.
The salty tears were proof that everything he was feeling was real. That it wasn't a dream.
That Mike really wanted him and really loved him. And he always had.
He could feel Mike silently crying into his own shoulder, hands holding onto Will like he was something precious that would disintegrate and crumble if held without enough care.
Will let out a happy laugh against Mike's hair, placing kisses along his neck before he replied to Mike's earlier words.
"I've only ever wanted you."